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"My babe is my favorite," she teased. "You're my babe."
"Like good cop bad cop!" He beamed, his eyes bright.
He spun, moving his foot. "I do not!"
She nodded slowly. "It's okay. I can just stick with babe for now."
He couldn't help but chuckle. "I'll have to try harder, then."
He rolled his eyes. "I guess so."
She frowned slightly, her gaze dropping. "Yeah. I forgot."
He sighed. "We can still look, though."
He frowned. "You would cry if I didn't."
"Hm." She rested her hands on his chest thoughtfully. "I thought it was Hot Stuff."
"Somewhere inaccessible, I'd assume."
"You bought the onesie."
"Are you seriously trying to convince me to let you catch a shark, Jack Curnow?"
He hesitated. "I'm not sure. Maybe there is confidential files."
He glared jokingly. "Look what you've done."
She leaned down to kiss him. "I know."
"Oh, okay. " He nodded. "I see."
He spun it, glancing up at her. "I'm not."
She moved over him, looking down with a cocked head. "I think it's too dangerous."
He frowned. "I should have talked to the nurse more. Sorry."
